"Look, Victor, look - I'm putting my gun down," Steve promises, taking his gun out of the thigh holster, setting it down on the table and sliding it across the wood, putting it as far away from himself as possible. Hesse hesitates - Steve can see his index finger moving along the trigger - but he points his gun away, sets it down, his expression incomprehensible.

"Fine. Why don't we talk about the part where you're going to release my brother, McGarrett?" he responds, and Steve shakes his head.

"You know I can't do that, Victor, and you're only creating more problems for yourself by doing this," Steve firmly says. "We're not going to negotiate with terrorists."